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Keep, keep the gem, that I still may trust,
Tho' my heart's wealth be but pour'd on dust!
To dim the light of a lov'd one's face ;
Say then what boon of my power shall be
Thou art fain with a mortal's lot to rest-
Oh! give me no sway o'er the powers unseen,
A friend, one tender and faithful friend,
Whose thoughts' free current with mine may blend,
And leaving not either on earth alone,
Bid the bright calm close of our lives be one!
A PARTING SONG.
"Oh! mes Amis, rappelez vous quelquefois mes vers; mon ame y est empreinte."--CORINNE.
think of me, my
When will ye think of me?--
When the air with a deep'ning hush is fraught,
When will ye think of me, kind friends?
When will ye think of me ?—
When will ye think of me, sweet friends?
hear the voice of a mountain stream,
ye feel the charm of a poet's dream ;
Then let it be !
Thus let my memory be with you, friends! Thus ever think of me!
Kindly and gently, but as of one
For whom 'tis well to be fled and gone ;
As of a bird from a chain unbound,
As of a wanderer whose home is found;